In Iraq!

Well we're in Iraq now, sitting around for word at Al Taqqadum. In the near future we'll make our way to Ramadi and our FOBs. Iraq so far is pretty much how I imagined as compared to Utah.

Very flat and with everything colored some shade of tannish-brown. At least here on Camp TQ anyway hehe, we've yet to really do anything. But I'm here, and we're figuring this whole deployment thing out :).

raq is tan, the people 2.
Every thing's colored a similar hue.
Until the big sun rises or sets
and sets the scene for a fantastical view.

It's been a while!

With the advent of this deployment, this blog has found a reason to live again haha. 

Anyway in regards to the post about my papers... I did get my call to the Portugal, Porto Mission. Due to the Deployment I will not be able to go until  get back. So until then I'm going to continue with my deleterious poems and maybe update you on how and what I'm doing in the process. It all depends on how much access we'll have to the internet or call centers once we are actually in country.

As for right now? I'm stationed at Camp, Pendleton. Specifically Horno if you know the area. I do have nights off when we are not in the field so if you are ever the general vicinity of San Diego, Oceanside, Carlsbad.... Give me a call or send me an email!

Papers!

I'm putting in my papers this week! Haha I can't wait. Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. It's just that facebook is so much easier for the little things..... But at the same time I don't think I'd want to post poetry on facebook.... So I'll have to put some more on this one huh. 

So for the handful of you that are reading this I guess I'll do so soon. :P

Audition!

For the first time since Les Mis, I auditoned for a musical the other day! It was exhilirating, who knows how it'll work out but it was fun just being there. It's definitely a different environment than Camp Pendleton, 52 area, and MCRD lol. 

A lot more girls too. The non-military kind, it's kind of weird when every girl you met up there usually out-ranked you. That's the bad thing about being new. That and hazing. 

No fun at all. 

My Emerson Acrostic

Every time I read his work it's hard to understand,

Many of the intricacies that keep it from being bland.

Eventually I get it, the meaning as a whole.

Repeatedly, resoundingly, it touches my very soul.

So even though my first few swings-swish!-miss understanding

Obtained enlightenment is my baseball bat, and destined is its landing.

Never will I be as great but forever will I try.

"I Can Fix Myself"

Too often I think to myself

of the things I need to change.

Habits, thoughts, and actions past

that stink, my fetid mange.

Most would wash off easily

if I took initiative.

But it's harder when I'm labeled,

told guidelines of how I live.

They say they know me "all too well"

and in many ways they do.

but with personal introspection,

in more ways that's not true.

So despite the pattern time has told

I'll always look ahead.

I'm a Devil Dog, I can fix myself

with help from overhead.

"The Color Blue"

This is a poem I wrote, ironically enough, a couple days before January 21st. I swear I didn't know there was such a thing as "National Blue Day" or whatever it's called. I just happened to realize I was feeling blue, whilst wearing a blue shirt and jeans at the same time! 

So naturally I wrote a poem about it. The first thing of all the things I've been writing down as of late. 

The Color Blue

I often wear the color blue,

a mantle of the deepest hue.

But is it the garment on my back?

or do I hoist it-like a pack.

Either way,

today,

it seems to be my color.